| 4 entries | | |  | | | | Life as we know it. | wrote | | | I have a hangover, a shit tattoo on my left arm (from the previous nights activities) and a burning desire to have a drink. Does this make me a bad person? Fucked if I care as I may shortly be off hunting pirates and drinking rum. Good stuff. | | | | | If only she knew.... | wrote | | | I lay here in bed with closed eyes pretending to myself and the world that I am asleep. This is the place, my 'happy' place where I like to torture my dreams with empty thoughts of her. Who knew something that started off so beautifully would turn into something so ugly? | | | | | untitled | wrote | | | Why do people read these things? Fucked if I know because I generally don't. In a way I'm writing this for myself. In a nut shell; she is a cunt, fucked me right off and know I've got the hump. End of. | | | | | A day in the life. | wrote | | | Today I awoke at a reasonable time, felt mildy hung-over (un-supprisingly), spoke to my mate Frank about going riding later. I also had some breakfast. Now I am listening to Slipknot. Infact the same song on repeat. I have also run out of cigarettes. They say life is easy. Meh! | | | | | 4 entries | | |
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